Bought & Sold
I’ve bought
And I’ve sold
I’ve purchased
And I’ve had an all-day sale
I’ve paid too much
And made too little
I’ve taken
And I’ve given
I’ve traded
And I’ve bartered
I’ve borrowed, stolen,
And donated
I’ve done even exchanges,
Profited and debited
I’ve made bids
And I’ve been auctioned
I’ve been made
And I’ve just paid
I’ve bought
And I’ve sold
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.08.14.15:31:00@2550BronxNYC
Before Men
Fourteen
Of blonde and blue
Muscular parts
Portal sides manned
Warm salt water
Bay of saints
Palestinian delights
Militant fights
Pregnant girls shout
March forth
To a valley of land mines
Weddings off shore
It is destiny
In a troubled world
Collapsing coffins of melodies
Maker’s shoes fitted
Tailored suits
Boxing match
Barbed wire fence
Political agenda
Blind men lead wrong
Girls scream “Ice-Cream!”
Perfect landing
Given blood yours
Iced mint tea waits
Court case won
Wig weaved
Clean shaven
Kings cross ache
Fulton high noon
Mortar fire close now
Martyr tested and failed
Rise like a God once more
In this truthful pit of failure
Explode your critical customs
Dream of the revolution coming
Becoming night
End at last
In the ground we die
Finally at rest
© 2009 David Greg Harth
09.04.30.01:30:00@DakarSenegal
Beautiful Suckers
Drying you of everything
Dripping deserts clean
Rivers of stone
Taunting, they lure
Dirty thieves
American Express
Photographic ecstasy
It’s all a scam
A triple lie
Definitive threat
Human degradation
Tactical war game
Missile defense lost
Surface charge
Almost at crest
Beautiful,
I am no sucker
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.19:58:00@PiazzaDelRisorgimentoRome
The Berliner Girls
Taken my nationality
Removed my cloak
Declare - I am circumcised!
Buy your shoes
And say -
Goodbye!
Unpack your goods
Stand by a tree
Extra large
U8, you ate!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.09.07.11:43:00@BerlinMunichFLT#234
By, Getting
She packaged up flowers, receipts,
and old bubble gum wrappers.
Thought about joining the army;
maybe even the marines.
Finished sewing the quilt.
Made of patches of well-worn clothes
from Nebraska, Kentucky, and Virginia.
She shipped the boxes of delicate heirlooms
across rough violent oceans dreamed.
They fell overboard to the
bottom of the sea.
Nine months later,
they arrive at noon.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.18.10:57:36@296NYC
Blowing
Blowing up my head
Blowing a bullet through my brain
Killing myself
Now you all know your first person, or another person,
that has committed suicide.
I could not take it anymore
Rejections, accusations, difficulty, disbelief, love, art, money, sex.
Its time go, time to depart, to end.
So I’m going to blow
Blow up my head
And kill myself.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.06.01.12:10:32@296NYC
Bullet For A Fuck
Took the train to eighteen,
To spread your legs and enter between.
Your husband had a gun to my head,
He said I was about to be dead.
Unfamiliar frontier did not break,
Even with the power of the mighty snake.
Mounted my bull cock,
Squealed to the stare of a pointed Glock.
You kicked, you sucked, you screamed,
You licked, you fucked, you creamed!
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.24.02:33:33@296NYC
Belief In An Ending
Without her
The skies darken
Louder voices crash upon my understanding
My thumbs tremble
Her laughter echoes in my head
Charon,
Take the pale captive across the river
Show him what to believe in.
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.01.16.17:48:52@599BwayNYC
Back And Forth
We go back and we go forth.
Forth from the back and back from the forth.
Back and forth, Back and forth.
We go back, we go forth.
I’m going back, they are going back.
They go forth, I go forth, they go back, I go back.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.12.14.16:25:50@599BwayNYC
Breakfast With My Thumbs
I’m not a lover of Corn Pops.
My father ate those when I was growing up.
I love Cocoa Puffs, that’s perhaps my favorite.
Although, they kinda hurt the roof of your mouth – like Cap’n.
Crunch, but I love Cap’n Crunch with Crunch Berries, although,
now they have green and blue berries and it looks disgusting,
but, I think I’d still like it. Yum. Lucky Charms is good too.
I really love good old cheerios. Cocoa Pebbles is awesome too.
Even fruity. Maybe I’ll get some Count Chocula soon.
I haven’t had Frankenberry forever.
I’m a Cinnamon Raisin bagel man, if plain.
If with cream cheese and/or lox, then poppy please!!
I like plain coffee. At times flavored, but never vanilla.
I love all fruit too. Def. have to have my apple a day.
Kiwis are good too – lots of vitamin C!
I’m a HUGE apple cider fan. It’s quite orgasmic.
I can only really drink fresh squeezed OJ.
When OJ is processed, it becomes more acidic for some reason,
same with fresh squeezed OJ that is left over night.
I love potatoes too! And Asparagus!
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.25.17:27:00@599BwayNYC
Black Chariot
Hollow heart grieves
For the third decade’s third
From the southern mountain top
To the oven’s last howl
She follows him in dreams
He walked the long road
With an unsolved disease
Found scatters of pewter
Empty son of unknown and drunken
Honored endorsed the written
The boxer loses his match
Mouth bleeds verse
Expiration draws moths near
Praying louder over your own rumble
Last dance has been sung
Spread upon leaves of grass
Fruit eaters of the way
Parting devotional waters
Finding sins in promises
Motions conducted the eagerly pleased
Trees roll down cascading autumn crops
Damaged dreamers climb higher
No steps to support loose footing
Your stones crumble into the sea
Men of cloth scold his activities
Molested last night’s politician
Shank bone departed in the chariot
Left the witnesses behind
Head given under the filthy
Behind velvet ropes pain radiates
Spinal fluid tapped out
Spilled protein leaked down to the eleventh floor
Awakened from sleep
Insects crawl out of his rear canal
Sparrows swallow her plea
Cries fetched no aide
Lonely die in drought
Tears reborn the ocean’s cacti
Mother’s scarlet soil grasps
And desperate fire burns him entirely
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.10.24.02:02:33@296NYC
Bring
After night’s ends
Owls and sparrows
Head held up high
Arms constructed of steel and horror
Whispers in your ears
Beads of sweat develop on the back of your neck
Ocean inviting
Marks on the night
Footprints at dark
It was I who brought you home
© 2007 David Greg Harth
07.07.26.12:11:40@599BwayNYC
Borders
I’m crossing these borders
Bending the self-made rules
Scratching what was said, and my head
Space between you and I
It’s not an answer
Sent to us from Gods, Spirits or Witnesses.
Nothing exists to me
Reality is gone
Physicality never was
No shock to me
That my heart will never be the same
Since I fell in love with your beautiful hue
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.10.30.15:26:35@205HudsonNYC
Bravery In The Window
Dear Lover,
I hope this note finds you well.
I haven’t heard from you in weeks.
Really heard, really listened.
I haven’t had you close, near.
Have you caught the trade winds in your sails?
Have you realized your unhappiness can be pure bliss?
Have you determined the reality of your senses?
Have you executed any new decisions?
I hope progress is moving in forward directions.
I have been waiting and time is ticking.
Time is only on my side, not yours.
I have been available for years.
The window is now open,
But only for a little while longer.
So be brave,
And seize the opportunity.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.31.01:18:15@296NYC
Banana Toothbrush
You might not think
But this is indeed
A love poem.
I’ll be your monkey
And you’ll be my duckling
You’ll have my banana
And I’ll have your quack.
I see your toothbrush
Every day staring at me
I wonder when you’ll use it
Next.
Unravel the laughter
Sing songs out loud
Even bananas and toothbrushes
Can be coming around the mountain, when they come.
Call me in the morning
And let our eyes meet once more
Declare you are mine
And I’ll be yours
I welcome you to the Heart of Harth
Please step inside
Find a cozy spot to curl up
And stay a while.
When we do our river walk next
At the end of the night
Let me walk you to your door
And kiss you goodnight.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.08.04.13:02:03@205HudsonNYC
Beginning
Emptiness has filled my heart.
Upon my return,
Fill it with all of you.
Become the keeper of my affection.
Let me witness you,
Dance with yourself.
Meet me at El Gran Café on Avinyó.
We will have pastries,
While we get lost in our own blues.
Hold my hand down midnight streets.
Capture my mind,
You’ll gain my soul.
Feel my soft breath on your nape.
The rotation of earth has not paused,
Only your heart has skipped fourteen beats.
Many more sunrises and sunsets are to be seen.
With you in my arms,
Makes them so much more extraordinary.
Strip off the facades of disbelief.
Say your last goodbyes,
Welcome forever a man of lasting chivalry.
No longer a secret.
Such passion of two
Is beyond infinite divine.
Pull up the battering ram.
Break down my walls of stone and clay,
Make me fall beneath my two feet.
Years without hatched seeds.
You stumbled upon my heart,
Now you’ve taken up residence.
Let us make love beneath a Van Gogh sky.
You are my sanctuary of tranquility,
The only one that can part my seas of reason.
Allow me to enter.
I’ll cascade you with all my love,
Forever I’ll be in your soul.
Open up your atriums.
Discover that I really do have wings,
My whispers will cuddle you to sleep in a Sycamore’s shade.
Pull back the curtains.
See what is in front of you,
Listen and become the woman you truly are.
Get lost with me
Before the bagpipers play their last respect,
And I’m lowered to the donation
Of man’s life long journey of ache.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.07.07.16:54:07@296NYC
Bellevue
I’m going to Bellevue.
I’m headed towards Bellevue.
To be in Bellevue.
And in Bellevue I’ll be.
Because I’ll be in Bellevue.
And Bellevue I’ll be.
It’s in Bellevue
That’s where I’m headed too.
Bellevue is my destination.
To be inside.
The Bellevue nation.
© 2006 David Greg Harth
06.04.10.11:03:51@205HudsonNYC